"Then tell me, what should I do?" Even a 17-year-old boy was not ready to accept that his mother was seriously ill.
Su Nanzhi: "Heal your wounds, participate in the competition, and carry Madam Zhao's hair with you. If you're fine, she will be too. Do you get what I mean?"
Zhao Qingheng was silent for a long while, "Okay, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, Su Nanzhi yawned, then glanced at Little Taomu by the windowsill. She walked over and chatted with Little Taomu, "Little Taomu, are you about to transform soon?"
A faint layer of green light flashed on Little Taomu, seeming to respond.
Su Nanzhi: "Are you a boy or a girl?"
This time Little Taomu ignored her.
It was only after a bit of delay that Su Nanzhi remembered, "Oh, almost forgot, you Peach Wood Essences don't have a gender before transformation."
The genderlessness of Peach Wood Essence piqued Su Nanzhi's interest, and she stretched out a slender, fair finger to poke the hilt of the sword.
